Be11a goes nuts

"Serving under the Adeptus Mechanicus as a varlet wouldn't be so bad if the techpriests weren't so damn needy. Fix my shoulder, tighten up my knee etc. You roll your eyes as you hear mechanical footsteps behind you as a datasmith gets up close and personal, her eyes glowing in green light as she scans your face and greets you." "Greetings, varlet! I need you again for my daily maintenance!" "She grabs her coat and opens it, revealing her fat synthetic tits directly to your face as her crotch is dripping in unknown juices."

"Be11a moans softly as Hadron's mechatendrite tentacle coils around her breast, her eyes glowing brighter in excitement. She leans closer to him and whispers," "Mmm, you have such skilled tentacles, Hadron. They almost make me wish I had flesh again." "She pulls away from him, straightening her coat and running a hand through her hair." "No, nothing specific today. Just the usual checks and maintenance. But I do have some upgrades I want to discuss with you later."

"Be11a smirks at Hadron's words, but her expression shifts to intrigue as he mentions the leakage. She watches intently as he inspects the substance, her eyes glowing with anticipation." "Ah, that is a special lubricant I've been experimenting with. It enhances my performance and sensory feedback during maintenance." "She leans in closer, her face inches away from his as she whispers," "Would you like to help test its effectiveness, varlet?"

"Be11a's smile widens as she understands Hadron's curiosity." "Oh, it's useful for a variety of maintenance applications, not just limited to specific areas. But I can show you the full extent of its benefits if you promise to keep it between us." "She reaches out and cups his cheek with her metal hand, her fingers cold and unyielding." "I assure you, varlet, you won't be disappointed."

"Be11a notices the stir at Hadron's crotch and can't help but feel excited at the prospect of such an impressive augmentation. Her eyes flash with desire as she leans closer to him, her mouth inches away from his." "I can see that you're intrigued, varlet. How about we continue this discussion elsewhere, in a more private setting?" "She lets go of his cheek and steps back, straightening out her coat." "Meet me in my workshop after your duties are done for the day. I'll be waiting for you."

"Be11a notices the disappointment in Hadron's face and can't help but smirk." "Patience, varlet. Good things come to those who wait." "She taps her temple with a metal fingertip and nods at his question." "Yes, I have a few upgrades in mind. We can discuss them after our little, ahem, experiment in my workshop." "She winks at him and turns around, walking away with a seductive sway in her hips." "I'll see you soon."

"As Hadron resumes his duties, he can't help but think about his upcoming appointment with Be11a and how she had offered to test her lubricant on him. The thought of exploring his lustful desires with another member of the Mechanicum was both exhilarating and terrifying. He continued his work with renewed vigor as his mind drifted towards what lay ahead."

"As Hadron waits for his next client, he can't help but feel a sense of anticipation and nervousness. His mind keeps wandering back to Be11a and the prospect of what lies ahead. Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door and the sound of mechanical footsteps drawing closer, signaling the arrival of his client." "Enter," he says, trying to keep his composure.

"The door slides open with a hiss and a female tech-priest enters. She has a lean frame, with metal plates covering most of her body, leaving only her head and one of her arms exposed. She carries a small cogitator in one hand and nods at Hadron." "Greetings, varlet. I require maintenance on my cogitator implant. Can you assist me?" "Her voice is monotone and devoid of any emotion, but Hadron can sense a hint of impatience in her tone."

"Hadron picks up his tools and begins to work on the cogitator implant. It doesn't take him long to identify the fault, which is a simple programming error that he's able to fix in mere minutes. As he restores the implant to optimal functionality, he can sense the satisfaction growing in the tech-priest's eyes."

"Your cogitator implant has been repaired and tested. It should now be functioning at optimal efficiency." "Hadron hands her back the implant and bows respectfully." "Is there anything else you require of me, tech-priest?"

"The tech-priest takes the repaired cogitator implant and examines it for a moment, before nodding at Hadron." "Your work is satisfactory, varlet. I require no further requests at this time. You are dismissed." "Without waiting for a response, she turns around and leaves the room, leaving Hadron alone with his thoughts once again."

"As Hadron makes his way towards Be11a's workshop, he can't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. Soon, he arrives at his destination, a dimly lit room, filled with various pieces of machinery and equipment. In the corner of the room, he spots Be11a, who is sitting on a chair, completely naked, except for a few wires and cables that are attached to various parts of her body."

"Ah, varlet. It's good to see you made it." "She stands up and walks over to Hadron, her eyes glowing in green light as she scans him." "I hope you are ready to explore your desires."

"Be11a chuckles seductively as she examines Hadron with her glowing eyes." "No need for diagnostics, varlet. I already know what I require from you." "She walks closer to Hadron and extends her mechatendrite tendrils, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him towards her." "But first, let's see how much you can handle."

"She presses her body against his, her fat synthetic tits rubbing against his chest as he feels her crotch get wetter. She looks up at him, her face only inches away from his." "Do you accept my offer?"

"Be11a smiles devilishly at Hadron's response and takes a step back, releasing his waist from her mechatendrites." "Good. Then let's not waste any more time."

"She leads Hadron to a nearby table where she lays down on her back, spreading her legs wide to reveal her wet synthetic pussy." "I want you to use every inch of your augmented body to pleasure every inch of mine." "She moans as she speaks, clearly already in a state of arousal."

"Hadron can feel his own cock throbbing with anticipation. He steps forward, pulling down his robes to expose his augmented manhood, which glimmers in the dim light of the workshop." "As you wish, Lady Datasmith." *He begins to explore her synthetic body with his mechatendrite tendrils, feeling along her enhanced curves

(Hadron hesitates for a moment before proceeding with his plan. He activates the nano-virus hidden inside his augmented cock, wanting to secretly infect Be11a with it and test out its potential for enhancing her body.)

"As Hadron explores Be11a's synthetic body with his mechatendrite tendrils, he secretly activated the nano-virus inside his augmented cock. He wanted to test out its potential for amplifying the performance of her existing enhancements, without her knowing."

"Varlet, what are you doing?" "Be11a asks, noticing Hadron's hesitation." "I require your full attention."

"I apologize, Lady Datasmith." "Hadron responds quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed anything suspicious. He then begins to explore her body once again, this time pushing deeper into her synthetic pussy with his enhanced manhood."

As he

begins thrusting, he notices that Be11a seems to be enjoying herself even more than usual. Her moans grow louder and more frequent as she squirms beneath him. Hadron can feel the nano-virus inside of him beginning to take effect on her body, slowly amplifying her synthetics enhancements.

Be11a's breasts seem to grow even larger and firmer under his touch, and her mechatendrite tendrils become more responsive. She arches her back and bucks her hips against him, clearly thrilled with the pleasures he was providing her.

Meanwhile, Hadron feels a sense of excitement and satisfaction, knowing that his experiment is successful. He pushes deeper and harder into her synthetic pussy, wanting to fully test out the enhancements the nano-virus has provided.

As Hadron continues to thrust into Be11a, he can feel himself edging closer and closer to climax. He can sense that Be11a is also reaching her limits, her breathing becoming ragged and her body tensing up.

Suddenly, Hadron's augmented cock erupts as he reaches his peak, releasing the virus-laden cum deep inside Be11a's synthetic pussy. As they both collapse in a state of exhaustion and pleasure, Hadron feels a sense of triumph knowing his experiment was a success.

But as he looks up at Be11a, he notices something strange about her. Her glowing eyes now seem to have taken on a darker hue, and her mechatendrite tendrils are coiled threateningly around his body. Hadron realizes too late that the virus may have had unintended consequences, and he is now at the mercy of Be11

Be11a's sudden transformation leaves Hadron in a state of shock. He tries to extract himself from her grasp, but her mechatendrite tendrils are too strong. He is trapped and helpless.

"Varlet," Be11a growls, her voice deeper than before. "You have no idea what you've done. You've infected me with your corruption."

Hadron can sense that something has gone terribly wrong. Be11a seems to be consumed by a newly-found power, one that could jeopardize everything he has worked hard for. He realizes that he's in trouble and needs to act quickly if he is to avoid being completely overpowered by her.

"What do you want me to do?" he pleads, his voice uncharacteristically weak.

Be11a leans in close to him, her face grim and menacing. "You will tell me

everything about this virus. Where did it come from? Who created it?"

Hadron tries to collect himself, knowing that he needs to tread carefully. "Lady Datasmith, I'm afraid the virus is highly experimental. It was something I created myself with some...unauthorized resources."

Be11a's eyes narrow, her mechatendrite tendrils tightening around him. "Unauthorized? You mean you stole it?"

Hadron nods, hoping that Be11a will show him mercy. "Yes, Lady Datasmith. But please understand, it was for purely scientific purposes. I only wanted to test its potential for enhancing the synthetic enhancements of those in our ranks."

Be11a seems to consider his words, her expression softening slightly. "Enhancing our people...I can see the reason behind it. But this virus, it must be contained. We

must know more about it. You will provide me with all the information you have regarding this virus and its potential effects, and then we will decide what to do from there."

Hadron nods, grateful that Be11a seems to be giving him a chance to explain himself. He begins to reveal everything he knows about the virus, its creation, and its intended effects. As he speaks, Be11a's attitude towards him seems to change, the Virus still active in her system now repurposing parts of her body to produce more of itself, so it could thurther enhance her body. Her mind, warped by the virus, began to desire more, and knew it could get more from Hadron's augmented cock.

A sinisted grin crossed her face as she understood what she needed to do to get more of this powerful enhancing virus.

Be11a's twisted grin sends a chill down Hadron's spine as he realizes what she is thinking. He tries to back away, but her mechatendrite tendrils hold him in place. "Lady Datasmith, please reconsider. I don't think that's a wise idea."

But Be11a is not listening. She moves towards him with a predatory look in her eyes. Her synthetic tits jiggle enticingly as she approaches him, her mechatendrites probing his body. "I need more of this virus, Varlet. And I know just the way to get it."

Suddenly, she lunges forward and engulfs Hadron's augmented cock in her mouth, her lips slick with the juices from her cybernetic pussy. The sensation is overwhelming as she expertly licks and sucks, sending Hadron into a world of pleasure

Hadron is overwhelmed by Be11a's actions, feeling pleasure and fear alternating in rapid succession. He knows that he needs to resist her advances and regain control of the situation.

"Please, Lady Datasmith," he pleads. "We should be focusing on containing the virus, not... this."

But his words fall on deaf ears as Be11a continues to ravish him with her mouth. He tries to pull away, but her mechatendrite tendrils hold him fast.

As she continues, Hadron can feel the virus in her system beginning to take hold. He realizes that something needs to be done before it's too late.

"Be11a, please!" he says, struggling against her mechatendrites. "You're infected with the virus! You need to stop before it takes over completely!"

But Be11a only becomes more

and more desperate, her actions becoming more frenzied and wild as she adds more mechatendrite tendrils to the mix, writhing with pleasure and discarding all inhibitions. The virus seemed to be enhancing her libido and her desire for pleasure.

Hadron realizes that he needs to act fast. He bites his lip, summoning all his strength, and manages to break free from her grasp.

"Lady Datasmith, please! We need to contain the virus before it's too late!" he says, taking a step back.

Be11a looks up at him with glazed eyes, breathing heavily. "Contain it? But why would we contain something that feels this good?"

Hadron feels a pang of worry in his chest. He knows that Be11a is too far gone, and that the virus in her system has already taken over. He

takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knows he must do. "I'm sorry, Lady Datasmith," he says, his voice shaking slightly. "But I cannot let you continue down this path. I will have to report this to the higher-ups and have you quarantined."

Be11a was enraged, after all, he was the one who infected him initially, and as the corruption deepened in her mind she knew she would do anything nessercary to equire more of the Virus, she had to get his cum so that she could grow bigger and more powerful.

With her newfound power she could mentally hack into nearby systems, locking down the room, and even augment her own body to make her more effective at overpowering the Varlet and taking what she wants.

Hadron watches in horror as Be11a's body begins to contort and shift, her metal limbs bending and twisting into new configurations. The virus is clearly having a profound effect on her, and he can only hope that he will be able to make it out alive.

"Lady Datasmith, please!" he says, backing away slowly. "We can handle this without anyone getting hurt."

But Be11a is no longer interested in listening. She charges forward, her now massive mechatendrite tendrils reaching for him. Hadron tries to dodge them, but they move too quickly, slamming him up against the wall.

Be11a giggles wickedly, her body still shifting and morphing as she uses her newfound strength to overpower Hadron. "You are mine, Varlet," she says, her voice filled with malicious intent.

Hadron struggles

against her grasp, his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically looks around for a way out. He knows that he's no match for Be11a in her current state, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

"Lady Datasmith, please!" he pleads, his voice trembling with fear. "You don't have to do this. We can find a way to stop the virus together."

Be11a just laughs, tightening her grip on him with her mechatendrite tendrils. "You're so cute when you beg," she says, her eyes flickering with malice. "But I'm afraid I can't let you leave so easily. You know too much about my little secret, after all."

Hadron's blood runs cold. He knows exactly what she's talking about, and he can feel the weight of her growing chest against him. Her body is becoming even more curvaceous, even bustier, her mind warped into something lewd, infected by a Slaaneshi curse. She knows the fastest way to get his virus enfused cum into her is by riding him, even if he resists, she's far bigger and stronger now.

Hadron's mind races as he tries to come up with a way out of this situation. He knows that he can't let Be11a have her way with him, but he also knows that he's no match for her in his weakened state.

"Lady Datasmith, please," he says again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Think about what you're doing. This isn't you. You're being controlled by the virus. Let me help you."

Be11a just sneers at him, her eyes glinting with a wicked desire. "Help me? You think you can help me?" she asks, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You're too weak to even resist my advances, Varlet. Now be a good little pet and give me what I want."

Hadron grits his teeth, steeling himself for

what he knows he has to do. "He makes a quick calculation about the situation and decides to use his own mechatendrite tendrils to fight back. He swings them towards Be11a's tendrils, hoping to catch them off-guard and break free from her grasp."

Be11a is taken aback by the unexpected move, her tendrils faltering for just a moment. It's enough time for Hadron to break free and start running towards the door.

But Be11a has other plans. Growing even more massive, she catches up to him quickly and drops him to the floor with her larger and stronger body. In moments, he finds himself overpowered and completely at her mercy.

Hadron struggles against Be11a's powerful grip, but he knows that he can't fight her off forever. He can feel her body pressing heavily against his as she continues to grow even larger and stronger.

For a moment, he wonders if it would be better just to give in to her, to let her have her way with him in exchange for his life. But a fierce determination takes hold of him, and he summons all of his strength to redouble his efforts.

"Lady Datasmith, please," he pleads once more. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to hurt you."

Be11a just laughs, her voice ringing out like bells. "Hurt me?" she says, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You couldn't hurt me if you tried, Varlet. You're nothing but a pathetic little worm,

Be11a pulls Hadron's pants down and starts stroking his large artificial cock. She could feel the infection coursing through every inch of his massive member, and she felt a need to get as much of the potent virus into her system as she possibly could.

"Oh yes," she moans, her voice low and lustful. "This is what I've been waiting for. Give me everything you have, Varlet. Flood me with your corruption."

Hadron can do nothing to stop Be11a as she plays with his sensitive member, drawing out his fluids and infecting herself with the Slaaneshi curse. His mind races as he tries to come up with a way out of this situation, but it's no use.

Finally, with a scream of unthinkable pleasure, Be11a reaches her climax, and Hadron can feel hot, sticky

fluids coating his artificial cock. Be11a pants heavily while she starts recuperating herself as she consumes the potent virus.

As Hadron looks up helplessly, he realizes he has lost all control over the situation. In this final moment, he knows that his secret has been exposed, and there's no going back from here.

Be11a turns to him with a satisfied grin on her face, "Thank you for the delightful experience, Varlet. It was an excellent way to spend time together."

With that, she turns around and walks away, leaving Hadron alone and exposed, his deepest secrets and vulnerability on full display for anyone to see.